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➤   ┊   Outside the sky waits Beckoning, beckoning Just beyond the bars ... How can you remain staring at the rain .✦ Maddened by the stars ? ✦.

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ps!ghost's twitter feed used to be of him at conventions. his car. him in a pool. the gym. arm around johnny in his backyard. sprawled on his couch next to kyle. basic stuff. the occasional obligatory promo of the video he shoots.

then it's one faceless pic of you for your OF. pretty thing, puffy pussy visible through your sodden knickers. thighs spread wide, feet on each side of the slim mirror. retweets it with a water emoji.

now, it's him with a cup of steaming black coffee in his hands, a sleek macbook before him on the marble-top kitchen island (hand covering the lower half of his face because it's too damn early for the mask. kinda looks like he's yawning. cute.)

johnny throwing up two fingers, thick wrist adorned with a bracelet, sunlight glinting off of its jewels. vacation, it looks like. cobblestone street beneath his loafers. panna cotta gelato in his other hand.

it's him with his hands in his pockets, neck craned back to look at the masterpiece that hangs on the wall— brushstrokes of genius on canvas. he's got a healthy glow to him, sun-kissed gold. warm, unlike the clinical white of the museum walls.

then it's you again. this time you've got two small (in comparison to his very long ones) fingers stuffed into your greedy hole, glistening with slick. heart eyes emoji.

and again. a vibrant pink vibrator in your cunt, one arm reaching for the camera, remote control in hand. put it as intense as you like. i can handle it. two heart eyes and water emoji.

and again, 3 consecutive pictures. your face is covered by a big red heart, but everything else is visible. like the creamy white fluffy rabbit ears on your head, a collar around your neck, tiny carrot charm delicately dangling from it, white cottonball tail on your arse. small, black triangles on your head: cat ears. silky collar with a tinkling silver bell. long, furry plume-like tail, obsidian black with a precious white bow at the base. last is a puppy mask. buttery faux-leather, sleek and smooth. padded fist mitts, rosy, pink paws. whip-like tail. a thick collar around your neck, chain links glimmering with the camera's flash. handle on the floor, beckoning to be picked up, to lead you about. i'd be a good pet, don't you think?

(simon spam retweeted this 6 times. kyle sent him a message about it, telling him his twitter is freaking out. it was most assuredly not a mistake.) lowered his joggers enough to take himself out and fisted his cock until he covered that pretty arse of yours with his seed. was not fun cleaning up his phone after but so worth.

(he'll never admit that heat blooms in his cheeks when fans ask if you're his lover. how lucky you are. must be seeing nameless gods beneath him, touching the sky with your fingertips when he uses his mouth. seeing the universe behind your eyelids when he makes you come around his cock.)

he wishes, lol.

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I will never say that I am in love (18+)

{ alternate title: you are the love of my life }

Aemond Targaryen x f!reader

When the one-eyed prince falls, the realisation comes to him in the scent of flowers. In his nephew's laughter. In his dreams.

themes/warnings : just pure sweetness, our emotionally constipated and repressed Aemond Targaryen, he thinks some *impure* thoughts in this one (how dare he!!!), he does NOT want to even think about falling in love (what a stupid distraction, he is not weak, you all should know) - also, he is DOWN BAD for the reader.

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a/n : this is the first fic I'm writing completely in the male lead's, in this case Aemond's perspective. Complete train-of-thought type of storytelling. (also, this is not in my scheduled works, the idea came to me after watching the new promo clips for s2... never in a million eons did I ever think I would hear Ewan Mitchell utter the word "cheugy" but oh well) - Enjoy! 🖤

{ I. flowers ▪︎ II. innocence ▪︎ III. dreams }

I.

Aemond decides that he finds pleasure in your scent.

The thought comes to him as he strolls through the halls of the Red Keep. Not a strong one, not a revelation by any means. A mere inkling of something he favours.

It is innocent. It is nothing.

He had spied some flowers peeking from just beneath a window. Roses, peonies, or some other, he did not bother to truly look. He glanced them out of the corner of his eye.

And he thought of you.

You smell something rather akin to those flowers - blooming and enticing and sweet.

A simple observation, rising to him now from his memory.

That is all.

Your scent reminds him of springtime in the gardens. You are pleasant, there is no doubt, but that very sweetness can only be construed as sickly if divulged in for far too long, too often.

Besides, his icy disposition does not really take well to flowers in the spring. They are more like to whittle under his boot, and shrivel from the coldness in his gaze.

You are not for him. No.

Flowers. Sweet things. The gentleness in your voice when you call him 'my prince'. Aemond scoffs at himself as he walks on.

It is no transgression to be distracted. It is a natural thing.

You are a distraction, and Aemond decides to think of you no more.

II.

Aemond comes to Helaena's chambers to visit with his niece and nephews. It is only by coincidence that you are almost always there too.

"Prince Aemond." Your voice resembles a song in greeting him. "Queen Helaena has just left to speak with Lady Alicent, but she should return shortly."

"Hmm." You are not a lady-in-waiting to Helaena, but more of a companion, a friend. Yet you do not mind looking after Jaehaerys, Jaehaera, and Maelor when their mother is indisposed.

This is where Aemond finds you, most mornings. Were it anyone else, he might have sent them away, so that he can spend time alone with the children.

But he lets you stay, because, of course, Helaena would prefer it so. She dotes on you so dearly, Aemond has noticed.

In these instances, he lets you stay only because it is what Helaena would want. Why else?

He settles on an upholstered stool and beckons to the children. They eagerly waddle their way over to their beloved uncle.

You watch the interaction with a smile, as you always do. With your legs curled underneath you, comfortably seated on the floor a few feet in front of him.

Aemond used to pay you no mind, but increasingly it has been nagging at him that you are observing, taking him in.

It is inane to be self-conscious; there is no reason to be. He is the Prince - being perceived has been a constant all his life.

He is the Prince, and you are merely a lady companion.

But when you say things like, "They are very fortunate to have you as their uncle, my prince," it makes him feel a sense of pride. Like it is some accomplishment to be complimented by you.

He knows this. He knows he is a good uncle.

Perhaps it is just that. Vanity.

You pointing it out has nothing to do with anything.

Jaehaerys crosses the many strides it takes for him to reach you again, and he pulls at your hand.

"Come," he giggles.

"Where, sweet boy?"

"Come, come here, come here," he mumbles mostly to himself, grunting when you are unmoving and his three-year old form is unable to magically transport you as he wishes.

"Okay," you laugh once, getting on your feet with your body bent to his level, and you let him pull you to where he wants.

Which is... right next to his dearest uncle Aemond.

"There." Jaehaerys claps his hands in glee, as you curl up on the floor beside Aemond's outstretched legs.

"He has a sense of humour, that one," you grin, looking up at Aemond.

Aemond sees your expression up close and you look okay. Comely. Fine. You are not bad-looking, by any means.

You are the most beautiful lady in the court.

You are fine, just fine.

Aemond would not mind seeing your face everyday; he already sees it every night in his dreams.

And it is just fine.

"Is something the matter, my prince?"

Call him that. Do it again. Or better yet, replace prince with his name. Call him 'my Aemond'.

Aemond desires nothing more than to hear it.

Because... because he is vain. Nothing more than that. It would take a high degree of devotion for someone to utter the words 'my Aemond' to him. And who would not want to be at the end of such idolatry.

Perceive him. Worship him. Consume him.

You already consume him.

Aemond stands abruptly, and you scramble to follow suit.

"Aem... Aemond," you stammer. "I mean, forgive me... my prince, what is wrong?"

Aemond looks down. Your delicate hand is gripping his arm, the sleeve of his tunic doing nothing to mask the heat of your skin.

He is of dragon, he is of fire.

But your touch burns.

The clacking of wooden toy horses ring in the background, the children lost in their imagination.

"Nothing," Aemond clears his throat, and folds his arms behind him so your hand falls. "I am alright. I must go."

The smell of sweetness lingers in his nostrils. Your sweetness. He is growing weak.

He steps away, "I bid you farewell, my lady."

"My prince."

Call him Aemond. Call him by his name, title be damned. By the gods, call him yours.

Aemond nearly rushes out of the chambers, his gait sure and his footsteps heavy.

Tonight, in his dreams, he will finally release his foolish desires and that will be the end of it.

Behind his eyes, he will touch you and taste you and watch you crumble underneath him.

And he will be your Aemond.

That will be the climax of this passing fantasy.

III.*

Aemond has stripped down to his undergarments, supine above the silk sheets of his bed. He runs a hand over his face, and he sees you.

All the better for it, he supposes, that he gets rid of it now before it ruins him further.

It is a memory, from only one moon ago, but he sees it clear as day.

You had let your hair down that day, and it flowed freely, following the gentle breeze. Nestled in what Aemond found out to be your favourite spot in the gardens, needle and thread in your dainty fingers, you tell him that you are embroidering a veil for your dear mother.

You request for him to sit with you, and Aemond obeys.

Pleasantries are exchanged, about the weather, your duties, his training. All the while Aemond watches the contour of your lips, how it stretches back to reveal your smile when he says something that could not be the farthest from amusing, but you find it amusing anyway.

He stares you down questioningly.

You blush then, turning your focus back to your work, "Apologies, but I... I admire the way you speak, my prince. As if every word is deliberate, carefully chosen. You are intelligent, and you care what you say."

"Hmm," he said then, but now...

In his mind, he lets you know just what he wants, "Have you ever been bedded, my lady?"

You look at him in shock, of course you do. Those rosy lips part, and Aemond wonders whether your lips below possess the same shade.

In his grand chambers, Aemond lets his hand drift down, down from the planes of his stomach, to his hardened cock. He licks his lips, and imagines the softness of your own. He strokes the leaking tip with his thumb. The picture continues.

"Do you not ever wonder about the deed?" Aemond asks.

"M-my prince...I do not... I - "

"You must," he sneers. "You must, as I do, and when I do, it is you who floods my very thoughts, and consumes my very being."

"I do not know what to say."

"Say you want to kiss me."

His grip tightens, drawing down and up his cock, covering it with the milky white that has leaked from his tip. He is pained, teeth pressing down on his lower lip. He imagines your hands on him, your dress undone as you watch him come undone.

"We mustn't," you look down in shame. Your legs clench together to keep in the warmth.

"Come here, my sweetness," he leads you to sit atop him, and your work clatters to the ground.

You try to look away, try to hide just how much he is affecting you.

"Kiss me," Aemond pleads.

You comply. He slips his tongue past your lips.

Faster, wetter, he gets harder and it is unbearable. His hands are not enough, he wishes to plunge his aching member right into your soaking folds. Wishes to watch beads of his sweat fall on to you as he pounds you without mercy, his cock squelching deep inside your cunny until it is sore. If only you will ache as he does. Come as he comes.

Aemond lifts you up and the two of you end up stumbling down on the grass. He does not relent. His fingers make quick work of the strings and ribbons holding you together. Your breasts come free and he latches his mouth on one, his tongue swirling against the nipple.

"Oh Aemond!" you moan, and it is a scandal. It is everything unholy. It is every dirty thought nestled in his mind.

Soon he has you bare, your skin practically glowing under daylight. You are perfect, and you are his.

"Take me," you say, practically begging. "I want you to fill me with your cock. Fill me with your seed, my dragon prince. Please."

"My sweetness," Aemond reveals himself to you, undoing his breeches and slipping out of his tunic. How could he resist?

"Do you want me?" he asks.

"Yes."

"Say it."

"I want you, my prince," you affirm, squirming under him, you hips bucking up with desire, hopelessly attempting to rub your cunny against his skin.

"My Aemond," he corrects you. "Say it."

"I want you," you say, "my Aemond."

Aemond rubs his cock faster and faster, the thick green veins in his hand and arms straining angrily under his skin. He feels you, he sees you in his mind so clear. You are his, and he is your Aemond.

He plunges his cock inside you, and you are left mewling and writhing as he quickens his assault.

He groans loudly. The lewd squelching of his cock turning sloppy, hasty, mindless. A few more strokes and he comes all over himself, hot white streaks decorating his torso. His silver hair in disarray on the pillows, like a broken halo. Beads of sweat falling from his temple. His mouth parted as he whispers your name.

He gives himself a few more tugs, emptying out. You would do him so much better. Touch him so well.

In his mind, he still sees it. Fragments of his memory bleeding through his fantasies. He does not know anymore what is real and what is not.

He cleans himself up with warm cloth afterward, feeling shame at his actions.

This is enough. Now he has released you from his being. The desire he holds so closely to his chest must have dissipated along with the lewd act he just committed.

"My Aemond," you whisper from behind him, wrapping your arms around his torso.

Enough. No more of such useless musings.

"I love you, Aemond."

I love you too.

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* In III, reality is fully italicized, and his memories + fantasies are typed as normal.

this was meant to have more sections ( IV to VII )... maybe I'll come around to it eventually.

Let me know what you think of this sort of writing from Aemond's perspective!

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A Winsome Witch And A Happy Human Chapter 1: (Our Story Begins)

Written by 💕 enchantedchocolatebars 🍫 (me lol).

Chapter 2 here.

Chapter 3 here.

Chapter 4 here.

Commission cover art here.

Cover art poll here.

Chapter titles here.

Chapter 1 snippet here.

Chapter 2 here.

Enjoy ! <3

(The other chapters will be linked here.)

(If you enjoy my shorter works, I highly recommend that you start reading this fic series as it will have twice the amount of words and effort put into it, and will be my main focus going forward. It's a charming tale that is very Disney-like about how Caleb and my wittewife oc, Clara, came together. Although they don't appear in this chapter, they will appear in the subsequent ones. I appreciate any and all feedback if you are interested in sharing or sending any. Being that this is my first ever chapter fic, I'll be promoing and reblogging about it a lot.)

Even though the Titan did enjoy watching his living son from the floating cubes that drifted around in the realm known as the In Between as doing so gave him the opportunity to watch his son grow up, he also liked spending time with his unhatched children.

Tonight was family game night.

“So,” the Titan began, smiling what was a close approximation to a smile down at his three little titan eggs who were sitting in front of him in a pool of shallow water.

Egg number one wore a pink bow, egg number two wore a blue baseball cap, and egg number three wore an egg-sized ‘Bad Girl Coven’ t-shirt, which matched with the one its father wore.

Reaching behind his back, the Titan happily pulled out two board game boxes.

The box in his left hand had a picture of a checkerboard, while the other displayed the image of a black king chess piece.

“What game should we play tonight?” he asked his egglings, not expecting them to give him a verbal answer as he had the ability to comprehend them without verbalization.

He holds up the first option. “Checkers?” He lists off, shaking the box some before bringing it down and lifting up the second option, repeating the process. “Or chess?”

The eggs, of course, stayed silent about the choices, but still communicated to their papa.

“…,”

“…,”

“…,”

The Titan couldn’t contain the buoyant laughter that decided to bubble up out of his chest when he heard them.

“Very well,” he said with a second chuckle, stowing the checkers box behind his back once again before using a single beckoning gesture of his finger to raise a table from below the shallow surface of the water.

Once the Titan sets the chess box down on the table, he opens it and takes out the board before laying it out.

“We’ll start with chess first and play checkers afterward. I’ll even throw in an extra game just for the fun of it,” he tells his eggs with a tender smile, placing the black and white chess pieces in their proper places.

He puts the pawns in front, then lines up the other pieces symmetrically with the king and queen in the middle.

Next, the Titan walks over and, with extra care and very gentle claws, picks up his little eggling in the blue baseball cap.

Heading over to its chair, he produces a plump white pillow from thin air onto it and carefully sets it down.

Two more plump pillows are conjured across from the table as the Titan picks up his other two eggs and settles them down on their seats.

They were going to watch their papa play against their sibling in a match.

Upon taking his seat at the table, the Titan casts a sunny smile across his scruffy face as he gazed at his child.

"I know this is your first time playing chess," he began in a kind and understanding voice before continuing.

"So I'll share with you what I know."

"...," went the egg to its father.

Such an innocently childlike response led to the Titan's soft chuckle, his bony smile reaching all the way up to his round, hollow eyes.

"Don't worry," he reassured to his unhatched egg softly.

"I'll explain all the basics to you, and we'll start slowly and take our time while playing."

Chess was a challenging and complex game, he knew that.

The Titan wasn't very fond of the classic board game at first when he first started playing it with a human man with blonde hair and a forelock.

However, as their games progressed and the man taught him the basics, his liking for it increased.

"...?" asked the egg.

The Titan nodded. "Promise," he said as their chess lesson began.

The two most crucial pieces in the game are reached for by clawed hands.

"See these two guys here?" The Titan asked his egg, holding the pieces in his hand before continuing.

"In chess, we call them kings. Each player only gets one, and they're the most important pieces in the game. You want to attack your opponent's king while also keeping your own king safe and protected."

King.

Safe.

Protected.

The Titan's mind was filled with memories of his oldest son.

He sighs of bliss from the memories before continuing with his explanation.

"Once the king is captured, the game ends, so always remember to keep him shielded."

As the Titan lists off the other pieces, he points at them.

"Each player controls 16 pieces: 8 pawns, 2 bishops, 2 knights, 2 rooks, 1 king, and 1 queen."

"...?"

Papa Titan chuckles.

"The knights are the little horse heads, and the rooks are the little castle towers," he told his little one.

"Each chess piece has its own unique way of moving across the board and potentially capturing your opponent's pieces as it goes."

He points at the pawns.

"Pawns have the ability to move one square forward per turn, except for their first turn when they have the ability to move two squares forward. Pawns move diagonally forward by capturing other pieces diagonally. They cannot move backwards."

After explaining the other pieces to his egg in great detail, Papa Titan moves on to the gameplay and strategy.

...

"... And that's the game!" The Titan finishes his final statement with a grin.

Hands are placed on his hips.

"Sounds simple, right?"

"...," the egg said otherwise as a multitude of thoughts swirled inside its shell.

The Titan nodded with complete understanding of the overwhelming feeling.

"It's a lot to take in, but I think you can do it," he gently encouraged with a fatherly smile before continuing.

"Since you're just starting out, focus on always protecting your king, and you'll do just fine."

He gestures for the egg to make the first move.

As soon as he blinks, he observes that a white pawn has moved two spaces forward.

The Titan smiles, doing the same with his black one.

Upon the second blink, his eyes detect an advanced white king on the board, causing him to let out a jolly laugh.

"You're already a natural at this," he complimented, moving his knight.

Blinking, he notices that his child has pushed his king piece up a space.

In response, the Titan opened up a rook by pushing a pawn.

After more pieces are pushed, the Titan blinks again and sees that he's been checkmated.

He gives a playful laugh. "Well, that was certainly fun! You win!"

A hand hovers over the egg, gently patting the top part of its shell. "Good job."

...

After family game night concluded, the three eggs, who were now wearing small night caps that fit them just right, were curled up in bed under a thick comforter together as their father entered their room with a light brown hardcover book tucked under his arm.

"I'm hope you're all ready for tonight's story," he began, his voice so soft and tender as he took a seat in the rocking chair in the middle of the room.

"Because it's one of my favorites," he reveals with a gentle chuckle, showing off the cute cover to his children.

It was adorned with a gold border as scatters of sparkles and hearts were displayed in the background.

A happy human dressed in a pink suit and a winsome witch dressed in a blue gown were in the foreground, their respective palismen on each of their shoulders.

Behind them was another human with a beard, angrily spying on them in a bush with a bird perched on his head.

"It's titled 'A Winsome Witch And A Happy Human'," The Titan read as he opened the book and turned to the first page.

"Our story begins in Bonesborough..."

[summer-nights19]

So idk of this is uncomfortable but I was thinking what if leo was bullying male mc / s/o for having a crush on him idk but then find out his has a massive shlong haha you don't have to tho I just think about this a lot

Hi Anon ! You're good, I'm ok with writing smuttier things

I am normally a Leo hater but I tried lmao

cw: unhealthy relationship, Leo being a massive dick as usual

I hate you, but I love you

Leo x male MC

Ever since you'd started working with Vagastrom, Leo Kurosagi had been the bane of your existence. In more ways than one. Despite you trying your best to at least have a civil relationship with everyone, he made it impossible - he'd always go out of his way to tease and belittle you for every little thing. What made it even worse, however, was that he was stupidly hot, with his silky grey hair, piercings, smooth skin, and glowing, catlike eyes. Regardless of how mean he was to everyone around him, no matter how many times he made fun of how you dressed, implied you were stupid or called you useless or an NPC, a part of you couldn't help but feel attracted to him.

At first, you'd tried to dismiss it as only a skin deep crush - you were all alone in a new place, after all. However, frustratingly, it didn't go away with time - it only got stronger. His mind quick as as ever, Leo had realised that you blushed around him and avoided his gaze early on. He'd mocked you, but you'd always denied your feelings, fearing he'd make your life hell if he knew how you felt. What had really exposed your secret was the first time he used your power to enhance his stigma.

It had been a night like any other until you bumped into him on the couch if Vagastrom's communal area, trying to listen in on people who you supposed were outside.

"Hey, honor roll, come here," Leo whispered, beckoning you over. Confused, you'd made your way to the seat next to him on the couch, feeling your heart rate increase as you tried not to blush. Tonight, you wouldn't give that man an inch.

"Hey Leo, how can I help ?" You'd said, eager to improve your relationship with him.

"Time to see if these powers of yours are actually of any use,"

Leo smirked and took your hand in his own, causing you to gasp in shock. His gand was barely bigger than your own and very smooth. As his grip tightened, you felt your heart pounding in your chest and your face heat up. However, as soon as you saw the expression on his face when he turned around, you'd known the game was up.

"Ew MC. Why are you looking at me with that moronic look on your face ?" Leo's face was the picture of disgust as he dropped your hand like a hit potato.

"I-I don't know what you mean ..." you whispered, trying to avoid his judgemental gaze.

"You like me, don't you ? I always suspected as much. Not that I blame you, but I have standards. As if I'd ever lower them to go out with someone as plain and boring as you,". Leo's smirk turned mocking, as if the very idea of him liking someone like you was laughable. "Besides, I already have a boyfriend, and he's so much hotter than you,"

At this point, the pain clawing at your chest was starting to morph into rage. While you hadn't expected Leo to return your feelings necessarily, there was no need for him to be such a dick about it.

"Oh fuck off. Everyone knows influencer relationships are a bunch of promo bullshit anyway. I don't care who you choose to waste your time with, so don't come crying to me when this guy turns out to be as much of a dick as you,". With that, you got up from the couch and stormed out, almost bumping into Sho on the way out. Normally, you would have stopped to apologise, but right now, you just really needed to be alone. As soon as you got to your room, you slumped down on your bed and shut your eyes, hoping that the past 24 hours had just been a bad dream.

***

The next morning, you trudged out of bed with puffy eyes and still half asleep. As soon as you'd woken up, yesterday's events had hit you full force again, which had made it incredibly difficult to get up out of bed. Sighing, you decided you'd spend the day with Kaito and Luca after class to avoid the risk of running into Leo. Talk about trying to establish a "civil relationship".

You began getting dressed, deciding that moping about would solve nothing. However, just as you were taking off your underwear, someone came bursting into your room.

"Hey honor roll, apparently we're stuck doing some dumb mission but-" Leo froze when he saw you standing naked before him, his mouth half open and his eyes travelling down to your dick, all 8 inches of it.

After several comments from exes, you knew it was quite a lot longer than average, and, even if you weren't the kind of guy who was obnoxiously bragging about the length of his cock, you felt a mixture of pride and satisfaction as you watched Leo stare, his cheeks turning pink. It was the first time you'd seen him speechless.

"Like what you see ?" you said, smirking at him.

"Sh-shut up," Leo managed to stutter, still struggling to regain his composure.

"I'm sure your boyfriend wouldn't be too happy if he knew you were staring at another man's dick,"

"Yeah, well fuck that guy. It was simply a partnership to help us both gain more Tiktok followers, We "ended things" officially last night,". Leo explained, the hint of a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "But now, I'm considering a new partnership ... I'll introduce you to Tiktok as my boyfriend starting tomorrow, and, off camera ..." He reached out and brushed a hand against your chest. "Let's just say you'll be my bitch. Sound good ?"

In response you pushed him onto your bed and pressed your lips against his own as he let his hands explore your body. It was safe to say neither one of you would be attending class that day.

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Happy 28th! Here are all the fics I read and loved this month:

Remember Me Before You | kingsofeverything | [293k] Desperate to find a new place to live after he comes home to find his boyfriend cheating, Harry moves into a loft with three strangers. A New Girl AU.

Eyes on the Horizon | yeah_alright | [12k] Freshly dumped, recently fired, and about to turn 40, Harry's friends insist on taking him skydiving to cheer him up. His younger and extremely fit instructor Louis makes him even more nervous than the idea of jumping out of a plane, but both may be exactly what he needs to turn his life around.

Late Night Talking | kingsofeverything | [54k] Louis Tomlinson has a new album coming out and a second world tour on the horizon. Promo season gets underway with a stop at Late Night Talking, the late night show hosted by Harry Styles, and Harry Styles just happens to be the man who blew a chance to date Louis a decade ago.

Unholy | wickedarcher_08 | [12k] When Harry Styles started acting different after his 26th birthday, Father Louis Tomlinson is the only one that may be able to save his soul. He has successfully performed exorcisms before. This should be easy. Until it isn't. Harry is more than he seems. The battle of wills test every bit of faith Louis has. And Harry? Well, he's just getting started. "Watch and pray that you may not enter into temptation. The spirit indeed is willing, but the flesh is weak."- Matthew 26:41.

Secrets, Santa? | indiaalphawhiskey | [20k] Right, okay, so Harry had confessed his deepest, darkest, dirtiest secrets to a stranger who turned out to be his boss. No big deal. This was probably just the beginning of Harry’s own hilariously heartwarming, wildly romantic Hallmark Christmas movie, come to life, right? …Right?

Moonlit Renault | softfonds | [38k] It's the early 20th century, and Louis Tomlinson learns just how much he is willing to do for a love that is considered wrong, but feels so right. A Maurice AU.

It's Thursday. Let's Get (un)Dressed. | bananaheathen | [9k] When Louis is peer-pressured into downloading TikTok over the holidays, he fully expects to hate it. And he does hate it. All of it. Well... except for aspiring OOTD influencer, @harrystyles.

Warm Chilling | Larry_you_know | [8k] Louis moves into a cosy cottage in the English countryside with his dog Clifford to look after his great-aunt's animals. His next door neighbour, Harry, is an eccentric young man who swims in the pond every morning, owns cats and chickens, grows his own vegetables and wears, according to Louis, grand-dad clothes. He's the opposite of Louis, who is a true city man and has tiny little troubles adjusting to life in the countryside. It's only a matter of time before Louis falls madly in love with his endearing neighbour.

baby, you're the end of june | disgruntledkittenface | [16k] “Up for it, Harold? We can go over the rundown when we get back. If you’re not busy then.” “Yeah, sounds good,” Harry says, closing his laptop and setting it on Louis’ desk. “It’s just Harry, though.” “You look like a Harold,” Louis says, standing up and brushing some brownie crumbs off his t-shirt. Harry briefly wonders how he’s still hungry for lunch after demolishing half the plate of brownies as he stands and moves into the hallway. “It’s the cardigan, I think.” “You guys can flirt on the way,” Niall says over his shoulder, beckoning for them to follow him as he strides down the row of cubicles. “Come on, I’m starving.” Harry looks at Louis, but he just laughs as they follow Niall. Oh. He thought he’d been picking up a vibe while they hung out, but apparently not. Well, it’s better to know how Louis feels now, so he can nip his growing crush in the bud. Louis is a great guy, at least they can be friends as well as coworkers. In which Harry courts Louis. Entirely by accident.

Something Blue & Someone New | littleroverlouis | [6k] Single Alpha Louis moves into a new apartment building and doesn't realize he misses courting someone until meeting his next door neighbor, a charming Omega named Harry. Louis is working up the nerve to officially ask him to court, but what if Harry secretly beats him to the punch?

These High Walls | LarryAlways28 | [69k] Harry Styles should have the world at his feet. Born to one of Seattle's wealthiest families, Harry was raised exactly as a Styles heir should be: sharp as a tack, witty, charming, and powerful. He was the ideal son - until he presented as an Omega. Now, barely a year after his old man dropped dead and running the family company, if he makes a mistake with the Tomlinson and Sons merger and acquisition, it's game over. ___ Louis Tomlinson is in over his head. After the tragic death of his older brother, Louis has no choice but to put his music career on hold and head back home to handle the family affairs. The family business is drowning and Louis doesn't know what to do. So... when the older, and wildly attractive Harry Styles offers him a deal in exchange for saving his family's legacy- how could Louis ever refuse that? But what happens when emotions get tangled and a good business deal turns into something much more powerful?

bitter ends turn sweet in time | me_her_themoon | [24k] “Are you…” Louis looks back down at the paper, voice almost getting caught in his throat, “Harry Styles?” Oh, fuck. Harry Styles.

Chicago | HelloLovers13 | [3k] They hadn't seen each other in four years, why was Louis still writing songs about Harry? Larry take on the song Chicago

I'm Weaker Without You | The_Halcyonic_Lachesist | [20k] Alpha Lord Louis Tomlinson is a rake who refuses to settle down. Will he settle down for the Society's most talked about Omega? What about the enticing scent that belongs to the Beta? How will he react to said Beta pursuing the Omega too?

Behind closed doors | bluegreenish | [10k] “You should ask that whoever he’s currently fucking.” Liam’s eyes grow wide. “No.” His tone is unbelieving, just like Louis’ would’ve been if you had told him what turn today would take. “Yes.” “How do you know?” Louis’ room mate’s eyes barely leave him as he tries to untie his shoes without looking. “Went to his dorm earlier, found a sock on his door handle. He’s such an arsehole.” or, the one where omega Louis finds a sock on alpha Harry's door handle that causes a big misunderstanding but is also the beginning of something new.

lost in the sirens | akatomlinson | [53k] abo fic where alphas and omegas can’t cohabitate as friends and harry ‘supposed-to-be-a-beta’ styles presents a few weeks before he and louis ‘hot/spicy-omega-bestie’ tomlinson are set to move into their new uni flat. featuring sephora louis, a world run by abo stereotypes, and harry who just wants to know what it means to be an alpha

[ycungmagick]

“  How the gentle wind, Beckons through the leaves, As autumn colors fall”

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The literal love of my life

Summary: The reader is a commentator on Smackdown. She catches Knight’s attention after he hears about her talking crap about him. So Knight sets out to prove that she’s dead wrong.

Smackdown is about to start when you finally make it through security and down to the commentary table in the arena. You hurry down to the table and quickly pull off the jacket hanging off your shoulders.

"Sorry that I'm late, boys." You nod to Wade and Michael as you sit down. "Got held up at security." You briefly explain while getting your headset on and ready to go.

Wade glances at the dress that you're wearing and can't help but make a snarky comment. "I can see why they held you up." He jokes. "They didn't happen to pat you down, did they?"

"Funny." You roll your eyes. "I was at a red carpet event with a friend earlier today and didn't have time to change." You explain. "Now stop drooling and focus on work, Wade." You snap at him with a stern look.

"Well, I think that you look nice, Y/N." The much more polite Michael Cole compliments you with a friendly smile.

You smile back at Michael before flashing Wade some side-eye. "Thank you, Michael. See, Wade? Acting like a decent human being isn't as hard as you claim it is." You tease him.

Smackdown finally goes live on the air and you switch into work mode. You praise Liv Morgan for her new attitude when she comes out for her match then argue with Wade about her for a bit. Michael sides with you like he usually does, and Liv wins her match against Sonya Deville.

After Liv's match, a promo package for Roman Reigns plays so you take a moment to look at the rest of the schedule for the night. "Oh god, LA Knight is out next?" You read the next match on the schedule card. "Great, and it's against Ricochet. Can't wait for that." You roll your eyes.

"Not a fan of the megastar, Y/N?" Wade asks you. "Now why am I not surprised." He scoffs.

"I never said that I wasn't a fan, Wade." You reply. "The guy just has an ego, that's all." You correct him.

Wade scoffs again and taps his pencil against the palm of his hand. "If I recall, you had some strong words regarding Knight last week when he was out in the ring." He reminds you.

"And?" You reply. "I'm entitled to my own opinion, Wade." You glare at him. "If Knight wants to garner my positive attention then all he needs to do is something other than run his mouth."

The promo package finishes up and Smackdown gets back to actual action out in the ring. Ricochet comes out to the ring first and does his usual high-energy entrance. You rattle off a few Ricochet facts while he comes out to the ring then fall silent again when Knight's music hits.

Knight picks at the crowd a little bit as well as Ricochet as he comes down to the ring. You roll your eyes at his antics as he comes around the ring and over to the commentary table.

"You know I heard that last week little miss, Y/N L/N, was over here talking about LA Knight." Knight walks over to the commentary table. "What's the matter babydoll? Don't tell me that you don't like what you see?" He teases you with a smug grin.

You roll your eyes again and watch Knight from your chair. "I'm more of an action kinda girl, playboy." You answer him. "And it looks to me like Ricochet's got the upper hand in that department." You grin and point behind Knight just as Ricochet dives out of the ring after him.

The bell rings and the match starts for real. Throughout the match, Knight doesn't hesitate to brag and boast to you every time that he's got Ricochet in his grasp.

"You don't happen to have a thing for Knight, do you, Y/N?" Wade asks you around halfway through the match.

"Mind your own business, Wade." You reply dryly.

After a while, Knight manages to pull a win over Ricochet and his hand gets raised in the middle of the ring. Ricochet rolls out of the ring and Knight beckons for someone to hand him a microphone.

"Y/N, why don't you come on down here and interview the megastar, LA Knight, after that win?" He locks eyes with you from the middle of the ring. "Come on, don't be shy now, sweetheart."

You grit your teeth, secretly hiding the amused smile trying to break its way to the surface. "I'll be right back." You get up from your seat and shoulder past Wade.

"Atta girl, Y/N." Knight teases you further as you make your way into the ring. "Bring your fine self into the ring, dollface." He parts the ring ropes for you and hands you his microphone.

You take the microphone and smooth out your dress before you face Knight. He grins at you and waits for you to ask him a question or congratulate him on his victory.

"LA Knight, congratulations on cheating to pull a win over the very talented Ricochet." You congratulate him. "How does it feel to know that you had to cheat to pull that win?" You bat your eyelashes at him.

Knight chuckles, clearly into your boldness. "Cute, babydoll. Very cute." He admits. "It's alright, I get it. I know how much I can intimidate women." He grins at you. "But there really isn't any need for you to be nervous around me, sweetheart."

"Nervous?!" You cackle. "Ha! You wish." You roll your eyes. "Man, you do really believe that you are god's gift to women, don't you?" You laugh at him.

You smile, thinking that you've got Knight in a corner with your comment. But when he smiles and steps toward you. Well, you aren't so sure anymore.

"Oh, I may not be god's gift to women." He admits. "But, honey, I am definitely his gift to you."

'Damn.' You think to yourself as Knight grins at you. 'God he's good.' You find yourself unable to come up with a reply. "Congratulations on the win, Knight." You step back from him. "The Megastar, LA Knight, everyone!" You raise his hand briefly before making your exit from the ring.

"Told you that I'd get you, dollface." Knight whispers when he parts the ring ropes for you again. "Love the dress by the way. It'd look much better on my hotel floor though."

You roll your eyes and hurry back over to the commentary table. You shoulder past Wade again and plop back down into your chair in defeat.

"Well, I think that it's safe to say that round went to LA Knight." Wade teases you.

"Shut it, Wade!" You bark at him and cross your arms over your chest, clearly flustered from Knight's charm.

[thesherrinfordfacility]

Is that sad Crowley a shot after the smitten conversation? I think i saw a theory that he actually had planned to confess there at the resturant rather than the bookshop - apparently his is the only table with a rose and he had wine just for them (which I think is code for them sometimes that hey, I wanna talk to you about something important but I need an excuse if it doesn't go my way) some other things - but the conversation hadn't really lended itself to that. Really sorry if this was one of your theories and I've misremembered. I've been reading SO many metas. Just curious what your thought on the matter was if it wasn't one of your theories though.

hi honey!!!✨ nope you haven't missed a theory/meta (i totally sympathise with the reading so many bit though, you and me both!!!), but i guess this is as good a time as any to look at this scene!!! i don't really have a theory on the matter, but instead perhaps a take on existing theories✨

okay so most of the promo photos seem to be from rehearsals, or taken 'outside the scene' (hence alternate angles compared to what we see in the show), but i think we can be fairly certain that the crowley shot comes from this bit of ep5, just before aziraphale sits down with him:

now in the above bit, we don't see justine, but we do see her in the promo photo itself - all to me just confirming that essentially it was rehearsal/staged specifically for a promo shot.

bear in mind too, that the scene ends with crowley leaving aziraphale at the table, so we can be sort of sure that the above is from the beginning of the scene script, as it were.

anyway! i have seen the/similar theories to what you describe, and tbh... i personally don't agree.

in my opinion, crowley has just been slapped with the knowledge that his and aziraphale's relationship (?), or at least how they feel about each other, is obvious to others. i no longer think it was just a 'oh this feeling is love, holy shit okay' revelation, but a 'oh everyone can see it, aziraphale has been more blatant than i realised, do we need to hide anymore? is he trying to tell me he's ready?' revelation. imo, this directly results in:

i don't necessarily think crowley had honestly processed the above realisation, not fully, by the time he invites aziraphale to sit with him at justine's. i think he sat there steadily making his way through a rather expensive bottle of wine (or several), looking back over centuries of them and possibly just throwing the word around in his head and letting it settle. he then sees aziraphale, and beckons him over to join him because he kind of reached a bookmark and felt he might need to 'hold that thought' for a moment.

and as far as i see it, he just seems to offer aziraphale a glass... not out of politeness per se, but because it's what they do, it's their thing. i don't think however he meant it to dress the scene for a romantic confession, though. tbh, i think crowley would potentially know aziraphale a little better than to confess anything or even discuss anything in this particular scenario - im much more of the mindset that he was later idly planning to suggest they be more of an 'us' at the Ritz, and then realised following the maggie/nina intervention that he actually needed to say something unambiguous and unequivocal before they got anywhere near the Ritz... because that's exactly what they do not do, and the bookshop is literally the safest place for him to tell aziraphale how he feels. obviously this gets a little (see: a lot) derailed.

last thing, i guess: im a little confused about the reading into the roses bit, because as far as i can see in the scene where aziraphale is chatting to justine, both tables adjacent (or at least one of them) to crowley's eventual one have roses too:

so yeah, not much else to add really! im not personally convinced crowley would have confessed here at all if aziraphale had actually sat to have a drink with him - maybe only if they literally had sat and chatted for a good long while.

but ultimately most of the conversation seems so centred on gabriel, especially following the end of ep3, that i think crowley kind of arrived at the thought train: 'okay right we're practically a couple, i know my feelings are reciprocated, and they seem obvious to everyone, and we're not longer working for our sides, we might be safe to- oh shit. gabriel.' literally, in his eyes, the last barrier to them being left alone and being left to be with each other, because of the threat he poses to aziraphale (and had already posed to aziraphale in s1)✨

hope that answers your question, lovely!!!✨💕

[straightedgesavior434]

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For around the price of the card game core set, you get that, the first expansion, a couple promo cards and then I think EVERY V5 pdf released up to last month, the Hunter core book pdf, and a slew of pre generated stories.

[jellyfishright]

Still My Beautiful Man- PT 4

******Kiyoi*****

The incessant buzzing and accompanying vibration on the bed beside his head roused Kiyoi from his slumber.

Groping for the source of the disturbance, Kiyoi accepted the call and brought the phone to his 

Ear.

“Hello.” he answered half asleep

“Hello Kiyoi. I’m calling from the JEP agency about your audition the other day.We would love to work with you on our upcoming campaign.”

Kiyoi was pulled to full alertness now as he sat up in bed. Looking to the left, he realized Hira was already out of bed.

“We would love to meet with you later today if you’re free so we can take a few promo shots of you.”

“I’m free.” Kiyoi replied only pausing briefly to wonder if he’d said that a little too quickly

“Great.” The young lady on the phone replied “I will send the location and details after this call.”

“Thank you.”

Kiyoi hung up and sat in bed for a few minutes to let it sink in.

After a few minutes Hira came into the room, carrying a plate.Sitting on the bed, he retrieved a piece of apple and fed it to Kiyoi.

Kiyoi  ate it with a smile. He wasn’t sure if the apple was tasty on its own or if it tasted that much better because he was happy.

“What time is it? Why didn’t you wake me up?” Kiyoi questioned.

“I like to watch you sleep.” Hira confessed “Besides. You’ve been working alot lately. You should rest when you can.”He fed another piece of fruit to Kiyoi.

“What are you doing today?” Kiyoi asked casually.

“Mm.” Hira thought “Nothing.”

“Good.” Kiyoi said “Come with me then.”

“To where?”

“I just got the call from my last audition. They want to work with me and I need to go in to do promo shots.”

Hira nodded.

“But it’s work. Is it really ok?”

Kiyoi cocked his brow.

“You don’t want to come?”

“N-no.” Hira quickly countered “I do.”

“Good.” Kiyoi cut in “Then we can go on a date after.”

Hira looked at Kiyoi in surprise.

Kiyoi shook his head with a tiny smile as he beheld Hira’s expression.

With lightning speed he closed the gap between them and gave Hira a peck on the lips.

Hira’s face became even more shocked as he pressed his fingers to his lips.

“Disgusting.” Kiyoi teased as he got out of bed and headed to the shower.

[2 hours later]

Meeting Time 1pm

Location: SoulSide Regency Tower

Kiyoi walked into the building with Hira in tow.

Removing his shades, he walked up to the receptionist.

“I’m Kiyoi So.” he said to the young lady who was gazing at him with dreamy eyes.

She managed to pull her eyes away long enough for her to tell him where to go, and then resumed staring  until he disappeared from her line of vision.

They rode the elevator in silence up the 10th floor with Hira’s eyes darting here and there in the steel box with his hands clasped infront of him.

When they arrived,there was a bustle of activity in the suite where they’d been directed. In one corner there was a set already erected where a handsome young man was being photographed. In another corner there were makeup and wardrobe people.

Hira looked about.This was a part of Kiyoi’s world.

“You’re here.” A familiar face walked up to him. She was the woman he’d met at the audition.

“This way.” she beckoned to Kiyoi while giving Hira a nod of acknowledgment. 

Hira nodded in turn and followed a few steps behind Kiyoi as the woman led him across the room.

She led him to a man who was sitting close to where the photos were being taken.After whispering something in his ear the man turned around with a smile and got up from his seat.

“Kiyoi.I’m glad you could make it.” he said.His eyes came to rest questioningly on Hira.

“This is my friend Hira.” Kiyoi introduced him.

The man suddenly got wide eyed.

“Hira. The one who took the photos of you?”

Kiyoi nodded.

Hira looked on, slightly puzzled.

The man suddenly grabbed his hand in his, startling him.

“A pleasure to meet you.” the man said with a wide smile shaking the young man’s hand with a little too much enthusiasm. “I saw the pictures you took of Kiyoi.They were exceptional.”

Hira bowed his head once politely.

“T-Thank you.” he replied.

“Kiyoi.It’s time for your hair and makeup.” the woman spoke up.

Kiyoi nodded.

“Come with me.” the man said to Hira. “I’ll take care of you while we wait.” He draped an arm around his shoulder.

Hira looked at Kiyoi with uncertainty as they were led away in different directions.

The man led Hira to sit a few meters from where the photographer was currently taking pictures of the young man on set.

“How long have you been taking pictures?” the man asked.

“A-a-all..Since I was young.” Hira replied.

“Ahh.I see.” the man said, nodding thoughtfully “No wonder you’re so good.” Hira was silent. “Kiyoi said you’re still in university. When I saw the pictures I thought they were done in a studio.” Hira was still silent. He was never good at making small talk and in any case he preferred not to talk because of his stutter.

Not relenting, the man continued to talk.

“How about it. Would you like to take some pictures today for fun?”

Hira looked at the man, puzzled.

“I-I..no.” he replied.

The man’s face was akin to a deflated tire at Hira’s response and silence fell between them. The air was filled by the shuttering of the camera and the photographer giving directions to the current model.

After a while Kiyoi came into view and he was called to set.

Hira’s eyes followed him like a dowser pendulum, ignoring everything else.

“Ok.” The photographer spoke to Kiyoi on set. “Just be natural.”

Kiyoi nodded once.

The camera shutter began to click.

Hira got up from his chair and walked towards the set.

Positioning himself a few paces behind the photographer, he aimed his camera and shot.

After a few frames he felt a presence over his shoulder as he reviewed the images.

“Amazing!” the voice gave out, causing all eyes to turn.

The man grabbed Hira’s camera, flipping through the images in a frenzy as Hira tried to retrieve it from his hand.

After satisfying himself the man walked over the the monitor and reviewed the shots of Kiyoi the photographer had taken.

“No no.This isn’t right.” he frowned.

The photographer looked up at him and then at the images.

“Is something wrong?” the photographer asked.

“You’re not capturing his beauty.His essence.”

A perplexed expression was drawn across the photographer’s brow.

Without warning he yanked Hira’s camera that was still tethered to his neck, pulling him across in the process.

“Look.” he skipped through the pictures Hira had just taken.

The photographer looked at the pictures and then at Hira who quickly averted his gaze.

Kiyoi stood on the set, perplexed as the two men flanked Hira. He was about to walk over when the director spoke to him.

“Kiyoi.Stay in place.” he instructed.

He nodded and complied but his eyes never left Hira who was wearing a befuddled expression.

The director held Hira by the forearm and led him to the photographer’s place, handing him his camera.

Hira’s confusion deepened.

“Take it.” the man urged.

Hira took the camera.

“Shoot.” the man coaxed gently.

Kiyoi and Hira exchanged glances.

He looked questioningly at Kiyoi.

Kiyoi nodded once.

Hira raised the camera and began shooting.

“Yes!” the man exclaimed. “There it is!” he said excitedly as the images Hira shot came up on the monitor one after the other.

“Keep going.” he encouraged, clearly pleased by the result.

All eyes were on this mysterious photographer but his eyes were only on his star as he took photo after photo.

After countless shots , the man looked at Hira, smiling like the Cheshire cat. 

With a single nod, Hira handed the camera back to the photographer who looked at his camera like it was a foreign object.

“Wait!” the director held on to Hira’s forearm again as he attempted to return to his place.

Hira looked at him.

“Call the other model back.”

One of the staff called the first model back.

The young man walked over.His brown eyes rested on Hira and there was a hint of a smile resting on his lips.

“Do him.”

Kiyoi’s eyes got wide at the director’s request.

Hira shook his head. 

“S-sorry.” he apologized.

“Just a few frames.” the director begged. “Please.”

It was a good thing Kiyoi’s hands were in his pocket so no one could see how hard he was clenching his fist.

What was this nonsense? He wondered to himself.

The model looked over at the monitor displaying Kiyoi’s pictures, then looked at Hira.

“I want you to make me look that good too.” he said.

Hira looked at him. He looked good the way he was,with his bleached blonde hair,large eyes and thin lips.

“S-sorry.” Hira apologized

The young man reached out and gently placed his hand on Hira’s wrist.

“Please?” he begged with a buttery voice.

“But Kiyoi…” Hira began 

“We have alot of shots of Kiyoi and I’m sure he won’t mind.” the director said “We’ll pay you for today’s session as well.” He lifted his head and called in Kiyoi’s direction “Kiyoi.We’re done with you.”

Kiyoi nodded and walked over to the group, standing close to Hira.

“I want him to take a few shots of Jin.” the director told Kiyoi “But he seems hesitant. Won’t you convince him?”

Kiyoi eyed the young man standing across from Hira.

Hira looked at Kiyoi. 

Kiyoi glanced at him before looking at the rest of the group.

“Do it.” the words came out of his mouth bitterly.

Hira looked at him in surprise while the other two beamed in triumph.

Kiyoi frowned. What was he supposed to do? Tell them Hira only took pictures of him and that’s the way he wanted it to remain? Undoubtedly they would want to know why. Would he have the courage to acknowledge that Hira wasn’t just his friend?And even if Hira wasn’t just his friend, what kind of boyfriend would stand in the way of a good opportunity?

The bitterness in his chest was too much. Without looking at Hira, he stalked across the set, out of sight.

Hira watched as Kiyoi disappeared from his sight.He wanted to go after him but he stood there with the camera in his hand, facing his own dilemma.This wasn’t what he’d meant to happen. He just couldn’t help himself.Seeing Kiyoi on the set was like listening to a siren’s song, he just called out to his camera.He had no intention to take pictures of anyone else but Kiyoi had told him to.

Hira gripped the camera a little bit tighter, realising for the first time that he was feeling a new emotion towards Kiyoi, one he’d never felt before. He was angry. Why had he said it was okay for him to take pictures of another person? Was he truly ok with it? Didn’t he understand that to his lens Kiyoi was the sacred one?

He sighed deeply while the others stood looking at him in anticipation.

“Ready?” the model called Jin called out from where he stood, breaking Hira from his inner struggle.

Pulled back to the present situation, he nodded and raised the camera.

The man on set was certainly handsome.Whether you looked at him through a lens or with the naked eye, you could find no flaw but to Hira, he was not beautiful.

After leaving the set, Kiyoi had returned silently to watch Hira work.He stayed a distance away as the man he loved had his lens raised, pointed at another body.It was usually him standing infront of the camera and so he never truly got an appreciation for the way Hira looked when he took pictures. Now, standing here, with his hands balled in his pockets, his eyes never left Hira as he noticed the intimate way his hands caressed the camera and the way his brows drew into focus.

With every image that showed up on the monitor Kiyoi’s heart twitched until finally he couldn’t take it anymore.It felt like he was watching his beloved cheating on him.

He cursed inwardly, knowing he had no one to blame but himself. He’d asked Hira to come along because he wanted to be with him.Though he would not readily admit this to Hira, he loved being in his company.Who knew it would have turned out like this?

As he walked out of the room, two women walked by, heading in the direction of the set. He heard the word “new photographer”  float between them and his beautiful brow creased even more.

He wasn’t sure how much time had passed before he finally met Hira again.Sitting in the waiting room, he tried to distract himself with any and everything he could find but it was moot, his mind kept going back to Hira.

When he saw him emerge from the room, his heart soared but the reality of the situation quickly caused a twinge of sourness inside.

“W-what’s the matter?” Hira asked when he saw Kiyoi’s face.

“Nothing.” Kiyoi replied.

He’d just stood to his feet and was about to leave when Jin came bursting through the door.

“Oh. you’re still here.” he addressed Hira.

Hira nodded.

“Here’s my number.” he handed a paper to Hira. “Your pictures were amazing. I’d like to thank you.Perhaps I could treat you to coffee?”

“Uh..” Hira was speechless “No need.” he replied.

“Come on.” the young man persisted, pressing the paper into Hira’s hand.

Kiyoi’s face became shades of red and white.

Nodding once, Hira took the paper.

Jin smiled brilliantly at Hira before nodding once to Kiyoi and bidding them farewell.

Kiyoi strode off, hands in his pocket, storm clouds on his face.

“Kiyoi! Wait.” Hira called after him as he ran to catch up.

“What’s wrong?” 

Kiyoi scoffed.

This was driving him insane.

Was he that oblivious or did he want him to say it?

The weight of what he’d done sank his heart like an anchor dropped.

Hira had photographed another body.How could he have done that?Wasn’t he supposed to be the only one his camera loved? If so then why.

But he already knew why, and the why made him even more angry. Why had he shared his star?He knew Hira only did it to make him happy.

He frowned deeply. Everything with Hira was intense.

The love.

The passion.

But he didn’t like this new character, the jealousy.

“Nothing. Let’s go.” 

Hira walked a few paces behind Kiyoi.He could tell something was bothering him, in fact, he seemed quite angry.

“Kiyoi”..Hira muttered his name softly “What’s wrong?” The question was more for him, as Kiyoi marched forward without sparing him a second glance.